The small boy sat at the foot of a telegraph pole, with a tin can in his hands. The curious old gentleman gazed first at the lad and then at the can, much perplexed.
“Caterpillars!” he ejaculated. “What are you doing with them?”
“They climb trees and eat the leaves,” the boy explained.
“And so,” the boy continued proudly, “I’m foolin’ this bunch by lettin’ ’em climb the telegraph pole.”